I've been in love with polishing all of my life,
Polishing trophies, my car, the skin of my wife,
But one day these things looked dim to me,
So I polished with abandon to set myself free!
Behold the splendor, the wonder and fame!
Beyond beauty, I've polished the frame...
I'm known for the gold in every corner,
Even my wife's smile: a littler warmer.
Tell me why I have this charm...
Two more brides on each smooth arm.
More of this and I will win!
In the light of all my wonder, I failed to see,
The chipping facade of my first wife's grin.
Yes, world, yes, I am the king,
there is no end to the wonders I bring!
I am Midas and gold is my soul!
You'll be rich forever!
Even without a soul.
My wife, what gives, where is your luster?
I wax here and wax there; I begin to fluster.
The dimness lingers, its shadow greater,
Now of my wife I am a h8er.
The dimness seems to have caught me too,
I see it spreading relentlessly,
All my work reduced to... poo,
Yes, this is a new test for me,
For my eighth wonder, I'll start with you.
scrub
scrub
scrub
Do you feel that now?
scrub
Doesn't seem to be working does it?
Just like that, seems I've lost my budget!
I wish things would stay polished at my wishes,
I'll abandon it all like discarded dishes.
The dimness is scratching at my very soul!
And, here I thought that I was on a roll...
No toilet paper can clean this mess,
so to the fire at my behest!
It all goes into the fiery cell,
Am I rusting? Then me as well!
We'll all burn if we worship greed and money,
And you thought the ending would be funny...
So here's something that just rushed out of me.
I felt the inspiration like a shroud of power willing me to pen something I believe about society and where it's headed.
The story of King Midas was a cautionary tale.
Yet it seems that we are all fools, because we ignored it.
We sympathize with Midas, we say,
"Oh, I hope that never happens to me."
Yet we don't consider that it was the greed of the people that allowed a man like Midas to thrive as he corrupted them into death.
There was another character in Greek mythology that could change the composition of things. Medusa (both names begin with "m" and have "d" and "s" in exactly the same positions? Interesting...)
Medusa was concerned with beauty, and is a cautionary tale that beauty comes at a price... stay tuned for a poem concerning beauty.
Oh, and, one more thing.
The crux of the poem revolved around Midas taking more wives.
This is what greed does.
We think we need more clothes, more money, more happiness, more technology, more money, more space, more entertainment... more lovers.
This thinking makes us ungrateful of what we already have.
That's why we get bored so easily.
We get into a mode where we're waiting for the "next" best thing.
Did we really enjoy what we already have?
When will enough be enough?
Only in death, it seems.
This is what lead Midas to burn everything (not the mythical Midas, by the way).
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I think I've said enough, haha.
Farewell :)